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Playing in the fire and twilight together,
My little son and I,
Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catch him."Try, mother, try!"Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger:"Hush! cease your play!"What happened? What in that tiny
Flew away?
Katherine Mansfield
Kathleen Mansfield Murry (née Beauchamp; 14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923) was a prominent modernist writer who was born and brought up in New Z
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